“When I was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.”
Happy Birthday, Mr. Vonnegut. And Armistice Day.
Things haven’t got any better since you left us.
War still abounds, as well as tacky Veteran’s Day sales.
You are missed so much.